Where have you gone, sweet Voice,
absent Angel?
My ears cannot be comforted
by throttled moans of guttural throats -
I am yearning for the oil of tender tongues;
vibrating in vivid dreams, throbbing doves.
What happened to anticipation's thrilled Maiden
leaning against twilight's bow-window
awaiting the arrival of you, oh paladin Prince?
Where is passion's tantalizing canter
leading to intoxication's chamber of flamed walls?
Ecstasy has turned into nagging nightmares -
chilling saraband of mourning.
Such a brutal hush brushes the air:
a curtain of shadows - taints of terror.
Piercing nothingness
replaced crimson roses strewn by our dream.
My compassionate Knight of cosmic sight:
Lady Calla is crying within a dying stream ...
Where are you, soothing Hands of Love?
Who will pull away these wounds of sound,
whirling into spirals' cut?
Swirls drawn deeply upon soul's purpled sheets;
sobs thudding
down
down
down
upon the past, now a beast
soiling memory's roots ...
stirring buried sorrows from Lover's feast.
How did you become so listless, Happiness?
Interwoven in this haitus of blindness;
becoming pallid in transparency -
bristle flower within apathy's wired vase
invalidated by agony and loss ...
I will cut you free, filamented Desolation!
I will turn your ashen face to Niveaus of Love.
Gyrating within the wheeled wholeness of Faith,
we will touch, Beloved -baptized scars
within invincible blood
of liberated souls:
Freedom's Stars
myra
29.07.2003
Author notes
Contest poem 
Written July 29th, 2003
In a list
A contest entry
- ♪♪ Did you ever write a love song? ♪♪ by Rebekah-Ann.
700 points, ended February 3, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This is for sure one of those sad sad sad lovesongs one would listen to on a rainy day and then you wonder who it is that you are missing in any case? this song is written with a heavy heart and the use of the words show that very well.
Thank you kindly for this beautiful entry.
Take care
Becks
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wow that is absolutly wonderful...its just...there are no words..its great!
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wonderful...just wonderful
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This is my favorite poem of what I've read of your which isn't much. I hope your writing is as prowerful and stunning as this. Wow, I was just in aw... fom this poem. It's eerie yet soothing. Lovly but demented. I like it. It kept me thinking till the end (at 7 am with no sleep isn't always a good thing) and I loved every moment of it. Great write
*~*Queefie*~* -
Powerful..........
Powerful....................
Monk
ps... hope you are well and having the life of your lifetime. -
wonderful!
First of all, the imagery here you suggest is almost that of a medieval ambience that works veryw ell with the mood you set. It is sort of like a shattered "knight in shining armor" -- except, as the title of the poem suggests, a haitus, a stoppage of this love.
We see that the speaker's problem at first is looking out to see why, see what, see how this love is not there to be by her side. The best line(s) that characterize this notion is: "Where are you, soothing Hands
of Love?" This also suggests, a truth about love, is that love heals and mollifies a pain. In this case, the love will make all the pain go away.
However, the speaker comes to a powerful conclusion in this stanza:
I will cut you free, filamented Desolation!
I will turn your ashen face to Niveaus of Love.
Gyrating within the wheeled wholeness of Faith,
we will touch, Beloved -
baptized
with the invincible blood
of liberated souls:
Freedom's Stars
I cannot say it better than it is. Wonderful!
~ lewis
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I always enjoy read your descriptive heart that flows of tender true beauty!
Thanks for sharing this, I truly loved it, please pen on!
Take care!
-Timothy -
As if Gaia herself has lost someone, and left immortal words on some wet and tattered scroll found by a lonely shepherd boy. Surely only she has such power as this:
I will cut you free, filamented Desolation!
I will turn your ashen face to Niveaus of Love.
Surely tis she speaking to me, across the arc of years,
down
down
down
upon the past,
soiling memory's roots ... from some Orphean chamber deep with the ancient Earth, where words first burst forth, Shining. Or as Claudius left them to be found by secret means, even as she spoke, 2000 years or more ago, so she speaks today, one would hope forevermore, these words like droplets from her secret falls, a gentle rain upon us all cleansing this madness which befalls us all each and every hot and blistery day. And Gently does her power fall, and gently does she bless us. -
Myra
What a beautiful stunning poem this is dear lady
I like Sherry saw it as sadness in its own way not working out
Love it
Luv you too
I got up some new nature ones I think you would like
Miss seeing you
Come see lil ole moon won't you
Susan~~~~~~
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Myra,
Amazing piece through the pain still trying to do the right thing and reflect the love......even in the sadness of circumstance not always working out. Trying to remain positive and in a Christlike heart....Love and hugs, Sherry
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Myra!,
this is gorgeous- just gorgeous!!!
i have to print it and re-read and re-read......:)
beautiful images that make you feel!-
inspiring write dear Myra!
deb
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Myra
This is absolutely stunning!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is so much beauty and love in your words, that my comment cannot truly express how much this moved me
The images your words create for me is so far beyond beautiful, I could type all day, and still not do them justice
Hugs and Love
Karen/
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A string of emptiness is never infinite; we are constantly caught between events, feelings and considerations - moments in time in the immaculately blissful chaos inside infinity. I am saturated with your flow of feelings. Good luck in the contest, dear poet. Take care,
Rage of Reason -
wow... great poem
I'm always a fan of that "gothic romance" style, sounds like something Dani Filth would write... good luck in the contest, i doubt you'll need much though, it's such a great poem... Nothing i can critique on it, great stuff!!!
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